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you wake up alone. last night comes crashing into your head, almost making you cry. but you resist it.
you have no idea where remmick is. so you stretch and stand up, carefully walking through the bedroom. it’s messy, looks like he hasn’t tidied up in a while.
it’s dark. thick curtains hiding all the light.
you end up in a living room. remmick’s on the couch, doing something on his laptop and drinking beer.
you try to be as silent as you can, moving towards the door. but remmick notices you immediately.
”baby! ye’re up”, he says cheerfully. he walks over to you, taking you in his arms. his body feels soft against yours, like you could drown in it.
he’s wearing a white tank, his belly slightly peeking out, and grey sweatpants.
”ya sleep well?” he asks, kissing your forehead.
you don’t give him any reaction.
”ya want coffee, baby?” he asks you. you shake your head. ”tonight ye’ll stay up with me to get yer things”, he says. ”ya gotta get used to my rhythm”, he adds.
”i gotta go to sleep soon, ’s past sunrise already”, he says, looking at his watch. he yawns then.
”come on”, he says, guiding you into the bedroom.
"now if ya even think ’bout espacin’...", remmick starts. "if i wake up an’ ye’re gone i’ll go straight to yer moms house an’ rip her throat open", he threatens you.
you sit on the bed. then you start crying again.
remmick lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. ”shh, shh, baby”, he cooes.
”why don’t ya sing me a lullaby, huh?” he says.
”no way”, you huff.
”c’mon, please”, remmick whines. ”i wanna hear one of yer old songs, baby”, he says.
you sigh. then you start singing to him. remmick closes his eyes, smiling. soon he’s snoring, drooling on you.
you look at the few books on his nightstand. the bookshelf itself must be in the living room.
irish poetry, like some first edition james joyce. the books looks old, but well taken care of. some short stories. folklore.
you roll your eyes and pick up the folklore book. he’s made notes in it. pointing out things about vampires that aren’t true.
”vampires sleep in a coffin”, says the book. ”wrong”, remmick’s note. you chuckle. then you immediately question yourself. why are you laughing at his joke?
you keep reading, finding yourself intrigued by his way of writing and pointing out mistakes in the folklore book.
you’re almost halfway the book when you get bored. it’s not like there’s much to do in his apartment. you could watch some tv, but he probably wants you near him. still, you decide to go wandering around the apartment.
it’s pretty tidy. the thought about escaping crosses your mind, but then you remember his threat. you’re sure that he’d do it. even if you’d take your mother someplace safe you’d still have tons of other family and friends in danger, you couldn’t possibly hide them all.
then you think about calling the police. but you don’t know the password to his laptop nor the code to his phone. and even if you did manage to get the cops in the apartment you’re sure he’d just kill them, maybe take you somewhere even further away.
you decide to watch some tv and read more of the folklore book, so you go back to grab it. but remmick wakes up.
"where ya think ye’re goin’?" he asks.
"couch", you answer.
remmick pulls you back on the bed, holding you by the waist. "nah, ye’ll stay here ’till i wake up", he says, kissing your thigh.
he starts snoring soon again, drooling on you. so you pick up the book again.
”vampires often choose a partner for life, though not in all cases”, says the book. you freeze. your name’s written on the page. is he planning on turning you?
you feel yourself getting close to a panic attack, so you start breathing calmly. you had to stay calm. had to find a way out.
remmick starts whining in his sleep. ”no, mommy!” he whimpers. you notice some tears in his eyes.
then he suddenly gets up, panting hard. he’s crying.
”i had a nightmare..” he cries, turning to you.
you couldn’t care less, so you stay quiet.
”mommy, comfort me”, remmick whines, putting his head on your lap.
you freeze, grossed out.
”pet me!” remmick whines.
you hesitantly start petting his hair, trying to calm him down. he’s still crying.
he moves to your breasts, giving them soft kisses. ”mommy..” he mumbles.
then he latches onto your tits, sucking and licking like a baby.
he stops crying then. your breasts seem to soothe him enough. you, on the other hand start crying.
he’s slobbering all over your skin, loud smacking noises leaving his lips as he eagerly sucks on your nipple.
”’m hungry, mommy needs to breastfeed me”, he mumbles, closing his lips around your nipple.
before you can protest he sinks his fangs into your sensitive nipple, starting to suck your blood from the wound.
you scream.
he covers your mouth. ”shh”, he coos.
he keeps drinking, sucking on your bloody nipple.
tears roll down your face as you listen to the foul sounds remmick’s making while slurping on your blood.
when he’s done he gives your ruined nipple a gentle kiss, letting out a burp.
”thank ya, mommy”, he says, leaning in, giving you a bloody kiss.
then he rests his head on your thighs, closing his eyes again. he falls asleep soon enough.
you keep crying.
the hours pass torturously slow. even if you wanted to sleep, remmick’s loud snoring would keep you up. he’s drooling on your thighs, it’s forming a puddle already.
you notice it’s nighttime when you start yawning. and soon enough remmick parts his eyes.
”mmh, mornin’ baby”, he mumbles, wiping his mouth. your thighs are wet with his drool.
”good mornin’ kiss”, he says, leaning in on you. you try turning your head, but he’s fast, forcing his lips on yours before you can do anything.
he moans against your lips. his breath reeks of iron.
he pulls away with a smile.
”’m hungry, i want breakfast”, he says, looking at you.
”you literally just fed like three hours ago”, you say.
”i know, but i’m hungry again..” he whines.
remmick nuzzles at your neck before sinking his fangs into your skin. he covers your mouth before you can scream this time.
your vision is blurry from all the tears. the pain is sharp, stinging.
remmick’s moaning, like it’s the best meal he’s ever had.
he’s eagerly gulping down your blood, slurping loud.
you feel yourself getting light-headed again, then he stops.
he burps again, his belly slightly rounder than before now.
he gives you a kiss, hiss stubble scratching your skin.
then he gets up, kissing your forehead. ”all better now, baby?” he asks. you don’t respond.
”can i at least get some clothes?” you ask him.
”sure, baby”, remmick says. he gets you his t-shirt. you put it on. it’s huge on you, like a dress.
”c’mon, i’ll make us some coffee”, he says.
you hesitantly follow him to the kitchen. the kitchen is a lot tidier than his bedroom. he has a fancy coffee machine.
you check the fridge, nothing but beer and some stuff to put on toast.
”i already got ya some stuff..” remmick says. ”even got this!” he says, pointing to a pink toaster. ”i know how much ya like pink”, he says with a smile.
”you drink coffee?” you ask.
remmick nods. ”coffee, beer… i jus’ don’t eat human food”, he explains.
”i also got ya this!” he says with and excited tone, bringing out a pink, heart-shaped ashtray. ”i know ya like to smoke”, he says. ”even though it ain’t good f’ ya..” he adds.
you just stare.
”c’mon, a thank ya would be nice”, remmick says with a pout.
”thank you…” you say.
remmick smiles and kisses you.
you sit down with him to drink coffee. you feel unreal. drinking coffee with your rapist.
”i was thinkin’.. we make some love an’ then we go get yer stuff”, remmick says with a grin.
you feel nauseous, you could cry.
”and what if i don’t wanna do either of those things? what if i just wanna go home?” you ask him.
remmick sighs. ”this is home, baby. ye’ll be so happy with me, ye’ll see. i can make ye happy”, he says.
”i doubt that”, you answer coldly.
”ya ain’t ever had a chubby boyfriend, is that it?” remmick asks you.
”no- that’s not-”, you stutter, enraged by his attitude.
”but ya go for the muscular ones, i know ya”, he says. ”the ones that hang around the gym all day”, he adds, with a dismissive tone.
”’m softer, baby”, he says, looking at you with his usual puppy-dog eyes.
”just please let me go, i promise i won’t tell anyone!” you plead.
remmick chuckles. ”never, baby. not when i finally got ya”, he says.
you start crying.
remmick gets up from his chair immediately, locking his thick, soft arms around you.
”shh, shh”, he coos. ”my lil’ crybaby”, he purrs, kissing your forehead.
then he scoops you up, sitting you down on the table.
he slides his hands under the t-shirt and starts kissing your neck.
his stench is making you nauseous.
”remmick- could you at least shower?” you ask him.
remmick stops, looking at you with a pout. ”d-d’ya think i stink?” he asks. you hesitate for a while before nodding.
”okay, but we’ll do it together”, he says. ”c’mon”, he says, leading you into the bathroom.
the bathroom is surprisingly big, with a large shower. the apartment is all-around nice.
remmick starts taking his clothes off. now you see him fully. he looks kind of cute naked. some rolls here and there, with his big belly and thick thighs.
remmick blushes. ”’m- ’m tryin’ to lose weight.. it’s jus’.. ’m so hungry all the time”, he says.
you hesitantly take off your clothes. remmick starts drooling when seeing you naked.
you barely have time to get under the water when remmick’s hands are already on you. fondling, rubbing, grabbing anything he can. your tits, your ass, your thighs.
you shudder from his touch and try squirming away.
remmicks starts pouting. ”d’ya- d’ya think i’m ugly?” he asks, some tears in the corners of his eyes.
”n-no”, you quickly respond. you don’t want to make him cry.
”’s jus’ that.. i feel so self-conscious all the time”, remmick says. ”i need to hear you say it, that ’m handsome”, he adds.
”y-you’re handsome”, you say, not wanting to upset him.
remmick smiles and kisses you, gently.
then he starts rubbing soap on your skin. mostly on your tits and ass. his cock is rock-hard, poking your crotch.
”will ya wash me, baby?” remmick asks you.
you nod. you can’t stand his stench, so you’re quite happy to do it.
you start rubbing soap around his soft body, getting it everywhere.
remmick suddenly turns you around, making you face the shower wall.
”i wanna try somethin’ else now..” he murmurs.
you don’t have time to react before you feel his thumb rubbing circles on your asshole.
”no no no, not there, please!” you whine.
”shh, darlin’”, remmick coos.
he sucks on his thumb before putting it on your hole again, trying to get some lubrication.
you start squirming, so he grabs you with his other hand, making you stay still.
”nuh-uh, ya ain’t gotta go nowhere now”, remmick chuckles.
he suddenly shoves a finger up your ass.
you let out a cry from the pain.
”so clean”, remmick says in awe, pumping his finger in and out of your hole.
”it hurts! stop!” you cry.
”shh, baby, i know, i know, but ye’re gon’ take my cock after this”, remmick says.
”no!” you whimper. you can’t imagine how much worse his cock would feel inside your ass.
but remmick ignores you as he withdraws his finger from your hole, licking it, and spreading you open.
”so tight”, he murmurs. he spits on his hand and starts stroking his cock with slow pumps.
then he rubs his tip on your hole. ”stop, please!” you plead.
remmick just kisses the back of your head and spreads your hole even more, opening you up for his cock.
then he starts pushing in, slowly. you whimper as the tip enters, it feels uncomfortable.
”aww, fuck, ’m not even all the way in yet an’ ye’re squeezin me”, remmick murmurs.
he bottoms out, you let out a cry.
remmick kisses the back of your head again and starts thrusting.
he’s gentle at first, trying to go slow on you. but then he gets carried away. he starts pounding into your ass fast and rough, his balls slamming against your skin.
"it hurts!" you mewl.
"shh, baby", remmick coos.
he’s moaning and whimpering into your ear, making your skin crawl. his breath feels hot against your skin.
"aww, fuck, baby..." he whimpers, sloppily kissing your temple.
his fingers are digging into your skin, surely bruising as he holds onto your ass.
you feel his round belly against your ass, slamming against you as he fucks into you.
his cock feels like too much. too big, too painful. you cry out every time he slams inside.
he has set a brutal pace, violating your hole in the worst way possible.
"c’mon baby, say- say ya l-love me", remmick stutters, already out of breath.
you shake your head with teary eyes.
remmick starts licking your cheek, pressing his lips on your skin after each lick. you shudder.
"well i l-love ya", he mumbles against your skin.
he starts going faster, rougher. his cock throbs inside you, leaking precum.
"fuck, ’m gon-", remmick whimpers.
then he stops, burying himself deep inside your asshole. you feel thicks spurts of cum pouring inside.
remmick stays inside for a while, giving you soft kisses.
then he pulls out, his cum leaking from your ass and down the drain.
"my lil’ angel", he murmurs, kissing your cheek.
you finish the shower listening to remmick talking about how much he loves you. complimenting you, the way your body looks.
"ye’re so perfect, did ya know that?" he murmurs, rubbing shampoo into your hair.
"will ya wash my hair, baby?" he asks.
you nod.
as you wash his hair you think about how different the situation would be if he was actually your boyfriend. the moment is intimate, tender. but it’s a nightmare for you.
when you’re done he gently dries you, not letting you do anything by yourself. he gets you a clean t-shirt, also his, and puts it on you. you could probably go outside with only the t-shirt on without getting looks, it’s so huge on you.
"ya look so cute in my clothes", remmick says, kissing you again. "ye’re so tiny", he chuckles.
"let’s go get yer things, baby", he says.
"do you have pants for me?" you ask. you surely couldn’t wear any of his pants, they would fall right off.
remmick gives you a short, denim skirt. it’s very short. you can’t even see it from under the t-shirt.
as you arrive at your place remmick looks around, in awe. "take everything ya want", he says.
you start hesitantly putting your clothes in boxes and plastic bags, also taking some of your personal items.
remmick is freakishly strong, so you don’t even have to make that many rounds of carrying the boxes.
"made some space for ya", remmick says, showing you an empty section of his wardrobe.
you start putting your clothes in. you start crying at some point, devastated by the idea of living with remmick.
"aww, my lil’ crybaby", he coos, embracing you tight.
you’re putting your skincare items in the bathroom closet when you notice that remmick already got you a toothbrush, a pink one. it is your favorite color, you have no clue how he knows that.
you have some books you put in the bookshelf, and some jewelry, perfume and makeup that you put in the bathroom cabinets.
remmick is so happy that you’ve officially "moved in". he won’t stop kissing and stroking you.
he pushes you against the bedroom wall, caging you in a wet, sloppy makeout session. you don’t kiss him back. that doesn’t stop him, though.
his lips descend down to your neck as he starts nibbling on it. you know what comes next. you let out a cry as remmick sinks his fangs into your neck, starting to gulp down your blood.
his hunger never seems to stop since he just keeps going, slurping loudly.
you feel light-headed when he finally stops, giving you a soft kiss.
then he leads you into the living room, sitting you down on the couch.
he goes to get something from the fridge. it’s a bloodbag. ”c’mere, baby, let’s watch a movie”, remmick says, sitting down next to you.
you immediately sit further away from him. remmick pouts at you. ”c’mon baby, c’mere”, he says, opening his arms.
when you don’t obey he forces you into his arms, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek, followed by a loud smack.
”d’ya want something to eat, baby?” he asks. you shake your head with teary eyes.
”aww, baby, not this again”, remmick sighs. he softly kisses your forehead.
”what ya wanna watch?” he asks.
you don’t respond. ”horror?” remmick asks.
you ignore him again, trying to squirm off his grip. he instantly tightens his hold on and starts giving you kisses.
”don’t try scoot away now”, he says, smooching on your cheek.
he puts on some horror movie and wraps you both in a blanket. then he starts drinking the blood from the bag with a straw, slurping loud.
”you literally just fed” you say, trying to offend him.
and you succeed. remmick pouts at you, his eyes watering a bit. ”i-i was hungry.. jus’ wanted a snack”, he whines. ”d’ya think i’m f-fat?” he asks.
you decide to ignore him.
remmick’s holding you tight, his soft body melting into yours. he’s giving you constant kisses, grossing you out. but when you try turning your head he just follows, planting more kisses.
his chin is stained with blood as he drinks, he’s quite the messy eater. he’s grossing you out, especially since he won’t stop kissing you with his bloody lips.
you flinch at a jumpscare in the film, and remmick holds you tighter. "ya scared, mo ghrá?" he asks, giving you like three back to back kisses on the cheek.
you ignore him, trying to focus on the movie.
remmick finishes the blood quite fast and lets out a burp, his belly round with it.
he’s smothering you with kisses, squeezing you, not letting you get a second of peace.
as the movie ends he pins you down on the couch and crashes on top of you, knocking out the air from your lungs.
"’m gon’ take a nap", he says, yawning, resting his head on your breasts.
he starts snoring and drooling on you, and you’re forced to just lay there. you surely couldn’t move him, he’s way too heavy.
so you think about your friends and family, how worried they must be. you cry silently, imagining how horrible your life must be from now on.